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James T. Kirk, Captain of the starship Enterprise (captcasanova) wrote in wariscoming,

Kirk had no idea what was going on. He'd made the stupid stupid decision to watch his own movie. But seeing Khan's face on the boards...he hadn't known how to handle it. This was the guy who had killed Admiral Pike, killed Admiral Marcus, hurt Carol, knocked him out, fired on his ship...this guy was bad news. He had known somehow he'd been stopped, and his blood had been used to bring him back to life. Spock and Uhura had never given him the hows and whys, though. All he knew was that Spock had done something and gotten Khan's blood and then two weeks later he was waking up from what amounted to a medically induced coma. If he wanted answers as to what had happened, the stupid movie was the only way to get them.

He had decided to do both movies at once. Watching the first wasn't so bad. Seeing his father die a hero had filled him up with a real sense of pride he'd never had, but watching his mother's heartbreak had been the start of the drinking. He knew his father's death had changed his mother, even though he'd never known her before his birth. He still loved his mother, though, and seeing her that way had hurt. And then there was his own moments of assholiness, and that wasn't pretty to watch. He'd had more to drink when he saw the destruction of Vulcan, because that was something he hadn't been able to stop. And he hadn't been in the transporter room when Spock arrived without his mother. Watching his friend's loss, that had been hard. At that point he'd finished the first bottle of whiskey but kept going.

The second movie, though. The second movie he never should have watched. He'd thought he'd grieved for Admiral Pike already. He'd found himself sobbing by the point that he actually died. Apparently he wasn't as over it as he had thought. And then Khan. The smug, arrogant asshole infuriated him. Every time he spoke there was more to drink. By the time they got to Admiral Marcus's arrival he'd finished the second bottle of whiskey. And every time the bastard was on screen and he spoke there was another shot, or two or three. The fact he had to watch Khan save his ass in the debris field just made things worse. By the time he listened to Khan kill Admiral Marcus he just decided to get shitfaced and finish the movie, though right now everything was so fuzzy that he couldn't remember how Khan had gotten beaten, which defeated the whole point of him watching the movie in the first place. He was a massive idiot.

The last thing he remembered was trying to make it to the door to unlock it for Oswin, but even then he wasn't sure if he'd really intended to do that or if he'd just thought about it. At that point, everything was really fuzzy. He'd had a lot to drink in the past, sure. He liked his alcohol. Any of his friends could tell people that. But he'd never gotten blackout drunk before. There was a whole lot of time in his immediate past that he had no answers for. And now he was just slightly more aware. He realized he was really nauseated and he wasn't home, and Oswin was there with a stranger, and he was still completely lost as to what was happening. "Had a lot to drink," he said, mumbling and slurring his speech. "Watched my movie. Probably shouldn't have done that."